Michael Vey 9 Novels & Stories

The Vin Companies was the second largest company in Rome and to be a major shareholder meant a lot for Adam who was just working as an ordinary agent for the MFT. " Is this true? he asked. Alberto signalled and a paper was brought before him, Bernard untied Adam as he picked the contract and read it, looking at him, he smiled. Alberto gave him a pen and he signed it happily. "Now speak" he ordered. "The MV9 is not just an identity list but also has encoding to the missile operation of Pakistan force. Whoever has the mv9 is able to dominate the military force of Pakistan giving him power to create a war" Adam confessed and when he was done telling Alberto everything he needed to know, he stoo

Chapter 29:God, but you're a wonderful bastard “Hi, Lucy.” It was Michael's voice, which was reassuring. She looked up (down?) and saw that the feet were his. “It occurred to me that the only person who didn't get tied up this afternoon was you,” he said. “So I thought we should rectify that.” He brought his hand around from behind his back so that she could see the cat-o-nine-tails-style whip he was holding. “And I thought it might be interesting to see what a little thrashing did for you.”

“You’re a fuckin’ psycho.” “Yes, Michael, you’ve already covered that.” I smile at him as I move the blade faster between his fingers. I sing and watch as genuine fear grips him. He knows he is staring at a monster and has nowhere to go and no one to help him. “Engine, engine number nine, going down the Chicago line. If the train goes off the track, do you want your money back?” “Fuck,” Michael screams as he pulls his hand back. Blood now spilles violently where his index finger connected at the knuckle a moment ago.

“So, what’s the plan?” Michael opened the car door and pulled out a small black case. He flipped it open, revealing a syringe filled with dark red liquid. My stomach twisted. “What is that?” Michael’s gaze was steady. “Your proof.” I swallowed hard. “You want me to fake your death.” Michael nodded. “Damien needs to believe you actually did what he asked. This”—he held up the syringe—“is a compound that slows the heartbeat, drops the body temperature. To anyone who doesn’t know better, I’ll be dead.”

he said to Nine, ignoring the drop of blood rolling down her throat. She opened her eyes, and he saw her resignation. It was the same look she had in her eyes in Michael's recording. Vincent ambushed her in the communal Unfortunate bathhouse. She did the only thing she could do; get through it, and it'd be over soon. Nine gave her head a minute shake, but it was unavoidable. Michael would die tonight.

Note: This is a duplicate of the previous upload as my editor hadn't approved the change of the previous upload. If you haven't read chapter Ninety, then read this one. If you have then please skip this upload and go right to Chapter Ninety One. Thank you! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Ninety Michael’s Point of View

floor. It didn't take much time for Andrew to come into his mafia form.He pressed the button under his table and a table appeared from the floor ,containing all sorts of weapons. He immediately wore his Bullet proof jacket along with gear cloak shoulder holster with two pistols. He wore a thigh holster with CZ-75 . He put a blade in his shoes. In one hand he was holding AK -47 and in the other he was holding a pistol.Without further delay he moved towards the gun shots like the cheetah who is dying to kill his prey. His body held a strong power as he marched down the stairs killing his enemies who were coming in the way. Ethan was right behind him, covering him from the back.On the first fl

Another reached into his jacket pocket and started rolling up small pieces of paper. Scarlet blinked, shocked to see that he was rolling up a joint. Pot. She couldn’t believe it. It was Richard, Blake’s best friend, also on the football team, short and stocky, with bright blonde hair. She’d always known that he was trouble, but didn’t suspect he’d be smoking pot, especially during a school day.

“It's Michael…. Micheal Anwar!” My appetite disappeared immediately!!!!

Hearing the commotion, Zephyr looked up, and he couldn't remove his gaze from me once he laid his eyes on me. I was wearing a tiger mask that covered half my face, so I wasn't worried that he'd realize who I was. In my reflection, I could see my tall, well-toned figure, with broad shoulders, a slim waist, and long legs, and I stood out even amongst all the models there. Zephyr's gaze was still attached to me, and when I glanced over at him, I saw that his expression was furrowed in concentration, as if he was contemplating something.